Page 40 of Unfiltered
“Great. Well, I’ll see you in the morning then.”
Walking down the hallway to Blythe’s room, Abby touched her forehead and discovered beads of sweat in her hairline. She wiped it away before knocking on Blythe’s door. When she got no answer, she knocked harder.
Still no answer. Her gaze traveled down the hallway. Ricki was probably already upstairs.Shit.Had Blythe fallen asleep? Maybe she should sleep on the couch, so she didn’t awaken Blythe.
As Abby debated with herself, Ricki stepped into the hallway and shrieked. “Shit, you scared me.”
“Sorry.” Abby pointed at the door. “She’s not answering.”
Ricki laughed. “She’s probably got her headphones on. You could pound all night and she wouldn’t hear it.” Ricki walked to the door and threw it open. “Blythe,” she said loudly.
Blythe’s back was to the door, and she was bent over her computer. Ricki shook her head and rolled her eyes. “This will not end well.”
Abby gave her a puzzled look.
“We’re gonna scare the hell out of her, and she’ll blame me.” A mischievous twinkle danced in Ricki’s eyes. “I might as well do it up big since I’m gonna be in trouble either way.”
Ricki hurried across the room and grabbed Blythe by the shoulders. Blythe yelled and threw her arm up, causing her headphones to fly off her head and crash to the floor.
“Jesus Christ. Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”
“Sorry.” Ricki gave Blythe a sheepish shrug. Her face was a mask of innocence. “My bad.”
“You’re an ass.” Blythe stood, picked up her oversized headphones, and plopped them back on her head.
“Good night,” Ricki said as she rushed from the room.
Blythe turned to Abby. “Did you have fun playing with Ricki?” She raised her eyebrows suggestively.
Though Abby knew it was a joke, it still made her uncomfortable, so she gave Blythe a slight smile. “I enjoyed seeing her collection.”
Blythe pointed. “I see you stole one.”
“She let me borrow it.”
“Teasing.” Blythe walked across the room and put her hand on Abby’s arm. “You seem a little tense.”
Abby couldn’t explain that the sleeping arrangements made her edgy. Abby faked a yawn. “Travel. I’m just a little tired.”
“Sure. Of course.”
Abby searched for a hint of disappointment from Blythe, but she didn’t sense any. Maybe Blythe was as nervous as Abby.
Abby picked up her bag. “I should change into my pajamas.” She was glad she’d only partially listened to Madeline. She’d brought her Victoria’s Secret outfit, but she’d also packed a pair of shorts and a T-shirt.
“Bathroom is across the hall.”
She’d remembered from the tour, but she still thanked Blythe before slipping from the room. When she returned, dressed for bed, Blythe had gone back to her computer.
Blythe waved her over. “Look at this. We’ve already hit five thousand views, and I posted less than an hour ago.”
Abby watched the heavily edited video of her arrival at Union Station. It seemed more polished than how it’d happened in real life.
“The magic of editing,” Abby said.
“I just tweaked it a little.” Blythe smiled up at her. “Everybody is raving about Blabby.”
Abby stared at Blythe.
